I don’t tell him that my eyes wandered around the room. I don’t tell him that I saw the picture frames on the wall. I don’t tell him that I saw him and his wife and a little boy. And I certainly don’t ask him what happened to the boy and why he has a son who never comes to visit. Because there are no photographs of a teenager or a young man. Just pictures of a little boy, frozen in time much too young. A child who will never grow up. Just like Lea.
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